[Ring]
Congratulations. You're still alive.
Huh?
- Congratulations. - Yeah, we did it.
SIMON: You surprise me again, John.
This is becoming an ugly habit.
I don't have the time right now, Simon.
A deal's a deal. Where's the school bomb?
On the contrary, you have lots of time.
You have...
two hours and 47 minutes precisely.
Plenty of time to test those wits of yours.
Listen, jerk-off, I got a bad fucking hangover!
Now, where is the school bomb?
SIMON: Temper, John.
The road to truth has many turns.
You'll find an envelope under the rim of the fountain.
When you undertake the trip it suggests...
ask yourself this question:
What is 21 out of 42?
TARGO: We're behind.
We should abandon the rest and go.
Relax, Targo. There's not a cop for 20 blocks.
He's sending us to the home team dugout...
at Yankee Stadium.
ZEUS: We supposed to find something there?
JOHN: What's 21 out of 42?
ZEUS: Twenty-one again. Half of 42. 42 what?
JOHN: How many players on the Yankees ball club?
ZEUS: Twenty-five.
JOHN: What else is 21? Blackjack.
ZEUS: It's a club.
It's a wild goose chase is what it is.
Where's the nearest "A" train?
ZEUS: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Some kid might find that.
JOHN: You're right.
MAN: Come back here...
you little sons of bitches!
Hey, you! I remember you!
YOUNG MAN: Ha ha.
JOHN: Hey, where you going?
What are you doing?
BOY: Let me go, dickhead!
JOHN: Watch your mouth.
You going to Juvenile Hall for a Butterfinger?
BOY: Look around. All the cops are into something.
It's Christmas! You could steal City Hall!
JOHN: Come on.
BOY: My bike.
That's my bike!
ZEUS: Hey! Hey! Where you going?
Yankee Stadium's that way!
BOY: You asshole!
[Horn honks]
Why don't you run over everybody in the street?
ZEUS: What the fuck are we doing here?
JOHN: What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
ZEUS: You're talking in riddles.
JOHN: What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
- What? - Schools.
And what do they have a shitload of?
ZEUS: What?
I'll be back in a minute.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Give it to those guys over there.
He's here.
Perhaps you could be more specific.
McClane is here.
He's walking toward the bank.
The black man is coming toward me.
And after we've gone to all that trouble at the stadium.
TARGO: Simon, kill him.
Stop toying with him and kill him now.
SIMON: OK. So be it.
May he rest in peace.
I'll inform Karl in the lobby.
Pack up your team and get out.
And this one?
ZEUS: Officer...
I'm going to need an answer on that issue.
Let him go.
Understood. Yes, sir?
John McClane says to give you this.
Jesus, don't open it. It's a bomb.
- Another? - Yeah.
Oh, I see.
We'd better move now.
Thank you for your assistance.
We really appreciate it.
Thank you.
ZEUS: Hey, y'all leaving this place unguarded?
[Tires squeal]
JOHN: How you doing?
KARL: All right.
John McClane, NYPD.
Are you all right?
Yes...
laundry day.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
JOHN: It's been quiet all morning here?
KARL: Well...
JOHN: Except for that explosion a couple of hours ago.
Seen anything strange happen in the last hour?
No. We've had cops in here pretty steady...
since the subway thing.
We were going to make a round on the vault floor...
if you want to tag along.
JOHN: Sure. Think I will.
KARL: What do you think of this heat?
JOHN: Indian summer, huh?
KARL: Feels like it's going to rain like dogs and cats later.
Here's one of your guys.
Detective, uh, Otto, isn't it?
JOHN: John McClane.
KARL: Mike, how you doing?
I keep telling myself...
I'm going to take the stairs just for the exercise...
but on a hot day like this...
it seems I always end up riding the lift.
What was the lottery number last night?
You play the lottery? No?
My wife buys me two tickets every week.
Plays the same two numbers all the time.
I say, "Why don't you play a different number?"
She goes, "Those are my lucky numbers."
I got the tickets right here...
JOHN: Put that fucking gun down!
Put it down now!
Put it down!
ZEUS: Hello!
Anybody down here?
Freeze! Put your fucking hands in the air!
No, John! No! No!
It's me!
You almost gave me a heart attack.
ZEUS: You all right?
- Huh? - You all right?!
JOHN: Yeah. It's not my blood.
ZEUS: What's going on?
JOHN: Go take a look.
ZEUS: Hey, McClane.
Where the hell is everybody?
JOHN: Simon fucking says!
I should've seen it coming a mile away.
This was never about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.
ZEUS: What was in the room?
JOHN: This.
ZEUS: What is this?
Oh, shit! Is this gold?
JOHN: Yeah, it's gold.
ZEUS: Damn, this is heavy!
They cleaned out a whole room of this?
JOHN: Yeah.
ZEUS: That would take a tank or...
JOHN: Or a dump truck.
Fourteen great big dump trucks.
ZEUS: We almost got hit by a dump truck.
Damn! Slow down!
JOHN: Put that shit down.
ZEUS: No fucking way.
JOHN: They ain't gonna let you keep it.
ZEUS: We'll see.
JOHN: We'll need a car.
Can you hot-wire this?
Of course I can. I'm an electrician.
Only problem is...
[Motor starts]
Takes too fucking long.
[Tires squeal]
[Horn honks]
[Tires screech]
JOHN: Not on the bridge!
Down there, McClane! The FDR!
Let's go! Let's go! Come on!
Oh, shit!
What?
Shot the phone.
Aw, too bad. What's 21 out of 42?
I don't have a clue.
What about Yankee stadium?
We'll get there, after we stop him.
- [Horn honks] - Jesus Christ!
Who do you think you are, lady... Hillary Clinton?
That's it! Clinton. The 42nd president.
She'd be the 43rd president.
All right, all right, but who's the 21st?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
No! Do you know?
- No! - Well?
This engine's shit. Step on it!
It's a Yugo.
It's built for economy, not speed.
Whoa! What are you doing?
Getting us another phone.
[Horn honks]
[Screech]
ZEUS: Wait, wait!
Who was the 21st president?
MAN: Go fuck yourself!
That guy was pissed.
He'll feel better when he looks in the backseat.
Shit, that was my gold bar!
This is McClane. Get me Inspector Walter Cobb.
Where the hell are you?
JOHN: It's not revenge. It's a heist.
There's gold in the Federal Reserve.
They took a shitload of it.
They're headed north in dump trucks.
WALTER: Have you been drinking?
Not since this morning.
There's a lot of dump trucks northbound...
on the FDR at about 70th.
Close the bridge and get some helicopters there.
I couldn't close a hot dog stand now.
I'm spread all over. What about this damn bomb?
It's got something to do with the 21st president.
John, John, the 21st what?
Walter!
Shit. Goddamn cellular fucking phones!
WALTER: Reach Munsen on the Triborough.
Tell him to close all the bridges north of 59th.
- Looking for dump trucks. - Dump trucks?
McClane says there are dump trucks...
headed up the FDR loaded with gold.
KOWALSKl: They don't allow dump trucks on the FDR!
- Connie! - All right!
I won't argue, no matter how stupid it is.
WALTER: K-9. Check out the boiler room.
Find anything, Charlie?
CHARLIE: I could spend a week here with an X-ray machine...
and still not find it.
WALTER: You've got five minutes.
Then we're moving up to 86th Street.
CHARLIE: Going as fast as we can.
LAMBERT: What's up?
WALTER: McClane was mentioning something...
about the Federal Reserve building.
Isn't that near that Wall Street bomb site?
LAMBERT: Yeah.
MAN: How long do you want us to stay here?
TARGO: The men at the stadium. Stay or go?
SIMON: Karl should've checked in by now.
TARGO: Moment.
[Telephone rings]
[Ring]
Come on, come on.
[Ring]
Stay where you are. McClane may still turn up.
SIMON: Relax, Targo. If he is still alive...
[Dialing]
He won't be talking to anyone.
It's the next turnoff.
Hi. It's Elvis Duran. You're on the air.
SIMON: First, I want to say what a great show you got.
I listen to you all the time.
ELVIS: Thanks. What's on your mind?
SIMON: Those cop cars speeding around everywhere...
know what they're up to?
There's a bomb in a school.
My cousin's a cop.
Somebody put a big bomb in a school somewhere.
Only they don't know which one.
So they're searching all of them.
MAN: Shh! Shh!
SIMON: Every school in the metropolitan area.
MAN: Holy shit.
- Doris. - Annie?
Doris, can you reach my wife?
Turley! Half the goddamn city just called 911!
ZEUS: They're gone.
- What? - They're gone!
JOHN: Who is this guy... Houdini?
ZEUS: Down there! Down there!
JOHN: This thing got air bags?
Your side does. I don't know about mi...
McClane!
[Horn honks]
In the truck! Let me see the hands!
Put them on the door!
DRIVER: Don't kill me!
Don't shoot me.
JOHN: Truck driver?
DRIVER: No, I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Where you taking this truck?
The aqueduct.
Why you taking this to the race track?
No, the aqueduct! The... the water aqueduct!
Aqueduct?
DRIVER: See? Goes from here...
all the way up to the Catskill mountains!
What does?
DRIVER: That! The water pipe! Goes for about 60 miles!
- You the foreman? - Yeah.
NYPD! Any dump trucks come through here last few minutes?
MAN: I'm writing those fucking clowns up!
They better pay attention to work orders.
What happened?
A dozen idiots tore ass up the tube.
We're not loading there anymore. We're loading over here.
So much for bridges and helicopters.
Got a map showing where this tunnel goes?
MAN: Yeah, right here.
We run pretty much up under the saw mill...
till you get up to the Coffer Dam.
From there, we've already brought the reservoir water in.
Any way in or out of there?
There's vent shafts every two miles.
I mean with a truck.
MAN: At the Coffer Dam. You can get a truck in.
Just follow Saw Mill Parkway.
It's about 20 miles.
I'll meet you there.
What am I doing?
You're going up to Yankee stadium!
McClane!
Go. We got less than two hours!
Goddamn it!
Hey! Is something wrong?
DRIVER: Four hundred eighty yards of rock moved so far.
That's ten times the Hoover Dam.
There's 516feet of rock above our heads.
This part is phase three of tunnel three.
Planning began back in 1954...
but construction didn't begin till June 1970.
Know what the most interesting part of tunnel three is?
What's that, Jerry?
JERRY: The valves. Each one...
JERRY: Main departure from tunnels one and two.
[Honks horn]
Come on!
What a place to break down.
JOHN: Hold it. Let me have your hard hat.
You got a jacket?
JERRY: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here.
JOHN: Wait here a minute.
MAN: Wait until he gets alongside the door.
JOHN: Hey! Fellas!
Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security.
We got a report of a guy coming through...
with eight reindeer.
Yeah, they said he was a jolly old fat guy...
with a snowy white beard.
Cute red and white suit.
I'm surprised you didn't see him.
What's with you guys and these phones?
Give me something.
JERRY: Holy shit. Is that guy dead?
JOHN: Yes, Jerry. I'm afraid he is.
JERRY: Jesus Christ.
JOHN: I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb.
Walter Cobb. C-O-B-B.
He's head of my police unit.
Get him down here.
Tell him you were with John McClane.
Ask him who the 21st president was.
- Chester A. Arthur. - What?
JERRY: Chester A. Arthur. 1881 to 1885.
Nominated vice president in 1880.
Did you know he was collector of customs here in New York?
JOHN: No, I didn't know that, Jerry.
Take care of yourself.
[Speaking German]
LAMBERT: We got to release these traffic guys.
WALTER: No. Traffic jams we can take care of later.
What's wrong with this?
Frequencies are jammed.
What about Ricky?
LAMBERT: Can't reach him. Walter. Federal reserve.
WALTER: Yeah?
LAMBERT: Biggest gold storage in the world.
Get a unit back down there.
Find Ricky. Find out what the hell is going on.
KOWALSKl: Walter! You got to hear this!
WALTER: I thought we were going in the back way.
KOWALSKl: This is the back way.
In half an hour...
you're going to have a riot at every school in the city.
WALTER: Start at the top floor... 20 men per floor.
Send 50 to the basement with us.
What about McClane?
WOMAN: Not a word. Just a busy signal.
CHARLIE: Isn't this putting all our eggs in one basket?
What if McClane's wrong?
LAMBERT: Walter. This is Principal Martinez.
- Inspector Cobb. - How do you do, Inspector?
WALTER: Principal, I don't want to alarm your children.
Move them all into the auditorium...
and keep them calm.
TARGO: We're coming to the dam.
You can call the rear guard.
SIMON: Rear guard, you can close up now.
We've reached the dam. You can come up now.
Nils, you can close in now.
Nils.
Attention, attention. Nils is dead.
I repeat. Nils is dead, fuck head.
So's his pal...
and those four guys from the East German all-stars...
your boys at the bank...
they'll be a little late.
John.
In the back of the truck you're driving...
there's $13 billion worth in gold bullion.
Would a deal be out of the question?
JOHN: I got a deal for you.
Crawl out of hiding...
and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
How colorful.
TARGO: I told you not to toy with him!
SIMON: Thank you. That's very helpful.
TARGO: You jeopardized the mission and the contract.
Ivan. [Speaking German]
Herr Vogle will help me reach the ship.
I'm going to put an end to this.
Stop!
Targo! Targo!
Here! Come here!
We blow the dam.
TARGO: What?
SIMON: We drown him.
[Speaking German]
MAN: Up there!
KOWALSKl: Walter!
LAMBERT: Look at this.
Janitor said this was delivered this morning.
Not hooked up.
WALTER: Yeah?
LAMBERT: Now take a look at the front.
We drill the hinges. Get everybody out.